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Yan Xiaobao was taken aback by the ponytail girl's questions. He had only known Xia Rou for two days and didn't know her birthday, zodiac sign, or blood type at all.
Yan Xiaobao rolled his eyes and countered, "I don't even know you, so why should I tell you my wife's birthday, zodiac sign, blood type, or anything?"
"Hmph! I bet you can't even say it," the ponytail girl said proudly, as if she had caught Yan Xiaobao's fox tail. "If you can't say it, it means this sister is not your wife at all. Since she's not your wife, holding her like that is just hooliganism! If you keep holding her, I won't be polite to you!"
"Not polite to me? Oh really, go ahead and be impolite." Yan Xiaobao laughed. The novelty of the situation amused him; he had always been the one being impolite to others, and no one had ever dared to be impolite to him.
